Sherlock Holmes

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Sherlock looked at the behavior of his contracted worm, and a strange association emerged in his heart, but he didn't know whether this association was good or bad.

That is, if wherever your contracted worm crawls, a certain realm will be created, then what does it mean if it crawls into the corpse of this carrion dog?

Do you want to crawl out of this corpse and create a realm?

As time passed by, Sherlock's eyes grew wider and wider.

Because he incredibly felt that there was some kind of connection between himself and the carrion dog corpse! ! !

It's very similar to the feeling between myself and the contract worm, and it's getting clearer and clearer.

The worms are assimilating this carrion dog! ! !

Sherlock rubbed his face. He found that his knowledge was still a bit lacking. Whether it was about demons, awakening dreams, or hell, he couldn't understand it simply by relying on the books on the market. All this just happened.

In fact, it is estimated that the clergy within the Holy See will be shocked when they encounter what they see and hear.

Oh, speaking of ‘what he saw and heard’, Sherlock at this moment has naturally summarized all the experiences he just had in his mind:

First of all, it seems that I really dreamed of a whole world, and this world is probably hell;

Secondly, there is a sun covered in tentacles above Hell.

Finally, his contracted worm should have some kind of realm, and this realm has some kind of connection with the crazy sun in the sky, so that any demon who wants to escape from the realm will be attacked by the sun.

Thinking about it this way, it is estimated that the demons who set foot in the field did not dare to move because they felt the pressure of the sun.

With his thoughts at this point, Sherlock finally glanced at the two dogs beside him, who had still not dared to move from the time they entered the house until now. During this period of time, these two poor things must have been enduring the pressure from outside. The torture of extreme fear.

It doesn't matter, it won't move anyway, just forget it when you go crazy.

Sherlock touched the corpse dog's head thoughtfully, as if encouraging a very lovable pet.

at this time

Suddenly there was a gurgling sound under his feet. He lowered his head and saw that his contracted worm had crawled out of the corpse's eye socket.

The little guy seemed very happy and satisfied, twisting his chubby body on the floor.

This twisting and twisting behavior is undoubtedly normal for a worm, but after experiencing so many incredible things, Sherlock's mind also subconsciously began to think about some 'deviant' possibilities.

He slowly frowned as he watched the little worm twist and turn, and at the same time recalled how he looked at the sky above London and saw the sun for the first time.

Countless tentacles are surrounding that eyeball

But what he was paying attention to at the moment was not the eyeball, but the tentacles.

Those dark, sticky, squirming tentacles! ! !

Sherlock leaned down and pinched his contracted worm with his fingers. When the useless bug was pinched like this, it was so frightened that it dared not move and began to lie down and pretend to be dead.

Just right, this would allow him to observe the other person more carefully.

It is still black and gray all over, and is about seven or eight centimeters in length. It feels a little soft and seems to be a little sticky. The part that is the 'head' is a little thinner, and the part that is the 'abdomen' is fatter, but it is unethical. Nowhere did Sherlock find an organ that could be called a 'mouth', let alone eyes, feet and other things that a worm should have.

The more Sherlock observed, the more obvious his idea became. Although it was not unusual for a worm demon to look like anything, it didn't even have a mouth, which was unreasonable. After all, a demon couldn't live by photosynthesis.

Could it be that the devil he contracted was not a worm at all.

But a section of tentacle? ? ?

"Huh, things seem a bit beyond imagination." Sherlock muttered quietly, then put the thing in his hand on the ground, and sat back on the sofa, falling into some kind of thought.

A few minutes passed.

"Hahaha————This is what life should be like."

In the real world, Sherlock wakes up leisurely.

This time I got a lot of information in the dream, enough to keep my brain excited for a while, so I was not in a hurry to continue exploring.

In this way, the best rhythm is to encounter problems, think about them, solve them, and then try to turn them into bargaining chips for you to continue exploring hell.

Sherlock was so happy that he even hummed a tune.

Oh. Although this Mr. Detective lives a sloppy life, he still has some artistic talent. When he was young, he even played the violin.

Only once, when he stuffed the head of the instrument into the throat of a criminal who came to rob him, he accidentally broke the strings. After that, he didn't touch the instrument much.

Getting up, Sherlock stretched out comfortably and prepared to go out to get some food. He hadn't had a serious meal in several days.

But he just stood up.

"Um?????"

A strange feeling suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, very similar to the feeling he had when he summoned his contracted demon for the first time in the monastery a few days ago.

But as I said just now, Sherlock has experienced so many weird things during this period that in his opinion, any sudden weird feeling is nothing.

So he just followed this feeling and waved his hand, and a void crack opened in the room.

Then

A carrion dog emerged